Theodore stood in his office with his eyes strained on the building below him. He held a glass of wine in his grip, trying to clear his mind of all things Kitten. He didn’t mean to rush out like that, but he knew that sooner or later, she would’ve realised why he seemed bothered, and it would only make her feel uncomfortable. The only good thing he could see from tonight’s performance was that he knew what to expect from now on. He squeezed his eyes shut as guilt gnawed at his mind. It was only a few minutes past eight, nowhere near the end of their hour together. But he could only imagine the turmoil that must be going on in her mind at that moment, even if she had already left. He had to be equipped to control himself for a whole hour for the next six months. If only she wasn’t so impeccably resistible. She had the body of a goddess. Theodore saw this much when she dropped the dress from her body. It almost made him jealo

In a moment when it felt like the world had stopped spinning, as if the only sound in the universe was the thump of one’s heartbeat. In an instant, every cell in your body stopped working, and your sense of smell, sight and hearing had disappeared. In a second of utmost devastation that deemed the universe non-existent, the only thought that came to mind was the sliver of hope that this much was true. Because when something as horrifying and heart-shattering as this had happened, the only way to escape would be no existence at all. Abigail’s ears rang, and her throat constricted. The very image of the room spun as her eyes got blurry, and the distant sound of Najay’s voice calling out to her seemed too far away for her to hear. Abigail gripped the desk for support as she tried to catch her breath. She hadn’t heard the full story of what happened, yet it had this effect on her. “Abigail? Abigail, can you hear me?&rdquo

Theodore couldn't believe what he just heard. “Oh, fuck.” He cursed under his breath as all his emotions were now clouded by anger. He couldn’t begin to imagine that someone did this to Abigail. His Abigail. This sweet, fragile, beautiful Abigail. Over the weeks, he knew she had a lot behind her brown eyes and a deep story that most wouldn’t be strong enough to share. But this—this was far too much. “I was unconscious for days, but Najay worked on the case on my behalf. By the time I was up and moving, I was able to testify in court against him. He and his father are wealthy people, and they had their own way with the system. For something that should’ve yielded him at least ten years in prison, he only got two.” Abigail sighed as a stray tear rolled down her cheek, but she tried to wipe it away before Theodore noticed. The memory of how she felt that day was still so raw. She felt so be

Theodore poured the coffee in two cups just as Abigail emerged from her room. He noticed that she seemed troubled and deep in thought, so he grabbed a croissant too that he knew she loved so much. He rested the coffee in front of her as she joined him at the kitchen island.“Thank you,” Abigail mumbled with a short smile as she snaked her fingers around the mug. She took a sip of the warm beverage, loving how it provided her body with even more comfort.She was accustomed to Theodore making her drinks and fetching her snacks by now. Whenever she came over for a dance, he would usually insist that she stay for coffee or a glass of his wine.It warmed her heart that he found the need to pick up a few croissants from Brown’s Diner since he knew that she loved them. It was sweet of him.Abigail tried to steady her thoughts as she turned to face Theodore. He stared ahead of him as he drank his coffee in

The rain outside had gotten heavier over the past hours. The streets of New York would no doubt be flooded by morning, and workers would either call in sick or blame the weather for something so they won’t have to go in for their daily jobs. However, Theodore didn’t think about any of that. He could only think about the woman sleeping peacefully beside him. He was propped on his elbow, watching Abigail in a curled state, taking deep, slow breaths as she slept. She was a quiet sleeper--not even a single sound. However, she did sometimes twitch with an uncomfortable look on her face until she eventually fell back into peace, looking like the living epitome of sleeping beauty. It has been an h